A Paean of Praise

The mid-morning sun slants its
warm glow over the garden, an
ephemeral mist of liquid gold
brightening the colours of foliage
in teasing shades of green, the
flower heads of lilies, poppies,
their insouciant freshness a
rapturous vision to the gardener's
eye proudly laying claim to a
nurturing talent that is nature's alone.
But the essence of pride and
perfection a deep-seated conceit so
emotionally charged one imagines
the cardinal's exquisite peal
a rewarding paean of praise.